I don't think brook has ever known best
I mean, he was my book buddy in 1st grade. The kid taught me how to read, the least I could do was give him head.
You were too busy being proud of your penis shaped pancakes to notice...
The last thing i remember is saying breakfast beer and carrying the keg to my room and locking the door.
He's covered in dirt and enchiladas. We're going drinking now.
It felt like he was juggling my kidneys with the head of his penis... If you could even call it that, it was more like a lochness monster. Huge and mythical.
Recycling my beer bottles from breakfast counts for earth day, right?
I don't care how fucking drunk you are, you don't forget wanting to shove a wine bottle up someone's ass.
This is that think about life weed. Thank god I'm in American lit this semester. I can actually write papers in this vat of introspective stoned.
He is nice. Kind of short though. But didn't try to rub his jean cock on me.
Which I appreciated.
Those drunk pictures you took of me? My mom is showing those to my grandparents.
You can not love someone based on who they were when they were 9. Does he know how many dicks I've sucked since then?
I am cleaning melted cheese out of my hair. This is a new experience for me
So I wake up to my ex girlfriends underwear hanging from the ceiling fan and the only thing i can think of is "what time is the game"
Want a bet? I'm a kinky and determined motherfucker with a libido that is not easily stopped
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